You've been gone over 24 hours. I try not to think about you. It's hard.
When the phone rang and announced it was you, I have to be honest and say my heart jumped a little. Then, of course, I realized you butt dialed me.
I couldn't make out what was being said, but I heard your voice. I heard your laugh.
I debated, then sent you a text. I made light of the butt dial, wished you a nice day.
Its supposed to snow tomorrow. I know this means you'll stay wherever you are. 48, 36 hours. Who knows.
I miss when we were friends. I wonder if we ever were.